It was the first time in my life that I met netizens. What's more, meeting a painter who has never met before and is somewhat famous in the local area?

First Q chat. Lake Light and Moon Shadow, a very special name. The short and neat words in his signature, "We are looking for workers; skilled art workers, beginners," attracted my curiosity and attention. I began to speculate in my mind: He is the owner of a private design studio; he is a computer graphics master. My mind was full of suspicions, my hands kept typing on the keyboard, and I asked.

"Are you recruiting?"

"Who are you?" ("Is it you or who is interviewing?")

"Can it be me? ?"

"You will"

"You have a lot of paintings in it" He looked at my QQ space.

"Are you also a painter?" Before I could ask my doubts urgently, he asked me first.

"I know a little bit. But I'm not a painter."

"Have you read art?"

"No."

That night I didn’t realize the doubt in my heart. We then talked about work and some daily household matters. I also generously invited him to come and play in Xuwen when he had time. I served as his free full-time tour guide, taking him to see the beautiful scenery of Xuwen.

After that night, I ignored his sincere QQ chat.

Tonight, he directly sent me a Q chat message. He bluntly asked for my contact number.

I suddenly had the suspicion that it was a phone call harassment, so I sent it to him without wanting to give.

The next day, I received a call from him and found out that he was a painter. He was originally engaged in painting ancient buildings and was a famous local painter. It turns out that his job is an extraordinary, so to speak, 'arduous' job. It turned out that he had a hobby of playing the flute. He said that if he had time, he would tell me his personal work experience in detail. Last night, during a detailed conversation with me on the phone, he suddenly said that if he hadn't been busy with work and couldn't leave, he would definitely come to Xuwen to meet me, a stranger.

We first met at Kende Chicken. This morning, I was woken up by a series of phone calls. In a daze, I used up all my consciousness to turn over and get up. "I'm at Kende Chicken in Xuwen Guomao Plaza." "Are you free? I want to see you." The voice on the phone was a little urgent. I was shocked for a moment, not sure this was true. "Are you really in Xuwen?" I said with suspicion. "Are you free to come here? Is your home far from here?" "Not far. Okay, wait for me, I'll go over now." I was convinced.

He was wearing a blue T-shirt and a pair of light black jeans. He was carrying a black nylon bag on his chest and was sitting in the center of the second row to the left of the Kende Chicken. He is in a very conspicuous position and can be spotted at a glance. Meeting him in person didn't match his appearance in QQ's photo, but there was a certain difference. His face was dark and he looked as if he was tired from running around. He looked like a big boss even though he was naked. We ordered roast chicken, coke, chicken skewers and fries. I politely tore open the roasted chicken. The deep-fried heat of the roast chicken seeped into my fingers, making them feel extremely hot. Inadvertently, I pulled out the skeleton of the intact chicken leg. The momentary faux pas was embarrassing. "Very hot chicken. Too hot. It's hard to cut open," I explained. Too many explanations lead to misunderstandings. The girl next to me gave me a jealous look like, "She's trying to seduce you with her childish heart." In the end, he cut open the chicken himself. We chatted among ourselves. He kept his promise and told stories about his work. He tore open the bag chain, took out a thick stack of albums, and told the origin, meaning and story of each of his works. He talked in detail about Qin's plan to unify the six kingdoms. He explained the Hundred Years Old Picture with affection and appreciation. His paintings are full of wonderful strokes. When we chatted with each other, I noticed that he was an ordinary person. He did not have the high bearing of a painter, nor the overbearing dignity of a boss. He was just a simple and ordinary villager. After a while, he answered the phone and discussed work matters. I could only quietly pull out the jam and eat the fries. I have never had much patience, so I looked up to the painter who was busy talking on the phone in order to be careful not to be rude. I felt dissatisfied with him for being on the phone for too long.

In order not to lose my courtesy, I had to eat French fries one after another. After the long phone call, he did not continue to eat. He was very polite and kept urging me to eat more. If there was not enough, he would add more...

Send you off at the station. Time is in a hurry. You said that you would visit Xuwen again next time you have a chance, and let me be your tour guide to visit the beautiful scenery of Xuwen. The promises made in the past have never been fulfilled. I can only look forward to the day when my promise with you will come. ——I will be your full-time tour guide to fulfill my promise.

When I first met you, I was willing to win the chicken. The first time you talk to each other, you will win the chicken. I learned your story for the first time at Kende Chicken. I first saw you off at the station. The car left slowly. The summer wind slowly blows with the car, carrying our deep spring-like friendship, wisps and long...